Living life one quarter at a time. PGP.
Randomly typing on your keyboard whenever you see a manager about to walk by. PGP.
Pulled a muscle having drunk sex over the weekend, I told my coworkers it’s a tennis injury. PGP.
“What the odds don’t know…”
Considering stealing some copper. Not to buy meth, but to buy wedding gifts. PGP.
Knocking on the doorframe because the door is open. PGP.
The office’s bipolar HVAC system causing you to turn your space heater on full blast in the middle of summer. PGP.
When the highlight of your week is getting on the PGP wall. PGP.
My manager saw me wearing aviators and now everytime I call him he answers with, “Talk to me Goose.” PGP.
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